Chapter 82: Keep yourself out of my business.
Calhoun smirked. This fellow will definitely make a good wife slave. "Don't you have a wonderful history written for yourself? Ruler of hell. The Draphior Runescar. It's a pity that people only remember you as someone who will kidnap kids in night if they are disobedient."
Dylan fumed hearing this. Damn! He was an angel. Who wrote that stupid history. It must have been fabricated. Hmph. Taking a deep breathe he focused back on the current topic at hand.
"Okay. Should we go tell about this woman to Sir Dexter?" Dylan asked while thinking if it would be of any use.
"No. He will not this place till the crown princess is here. He won't be able to do anything. There is very old library here. Let us go and search there." Calhoun suggested.